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w3, monday

[arkitect]

[he wasn't exactly looking for chiron, but when he comes across the centaur by the river... well. he can spare a few moments. he probably ought to check in, really, considering he tried to eat something and found himself unable to taste it at all. food paranoia is going to be so real this week.

anyway he doesn't know chiron is fucking blind so he just settles down on the bank nearby without saying anything, at first, the rustling of the grass as he moves announcing his presence instead.]

[antaressnipe]

[... Hm.

Well. Who would settle down nearby him, silent, if not for one specific person who is used to Chiron having the first word of greeting?]

Good afternoon, Emet-Selch.

[He inclines his head with a smile on his face, amused for reasons he's not gonna say. Yeah, let's see how long it takes you to notice, sir]

[arkitect]

'Twould be a far better one were I not aware sleep will be difficult, for the remainder of this week.

[their ROOMS. his ROOMMATE. it's all terrible, thanks. he glances to chiron, though-- does he have his eyes shut, or is he just looking emet's direction anyway.]

[antaressnipe]

[his eyes are closed, though given Emet's complaints immediately set Chiron to chuckling, it might look more like a natural reaction]

I'm perhaps more accustomed to our new arrangements than the rest. If you can find any type of cushions to your liking, I'd be able to make you a mattress, if you prefer.

[arkitect]

I will look out for them, then.

[a huff of a sigh, as he settles in.]

At least you can still hear me; it seems I will have to be quite careful with whatever I eat, on the other hand.

[he's been out and around, he knows, he's probably seen someone blind having Issues by now.]

[antaressnipe]

Ah, a lost of taste, is it? Or is it smell that alludes you?

[which if nothing else will just be annoying in comparison to some of the more... debilitating senses lost.]

[arkitect]

Taste. I do not tend to take much from others, but especially not now.

And yourself?

[antaressnipe]

[... glancing over at emet again, except this time he'll hold his gaze.

It's pretty easy to see just how glassy the centaur's eyes are, unable to focus on anything in particular]

Apparently the Realm felt fit to take away my sight for a while.

[arkitect]

...so I see. How unpleasant of it.

[he sighs, standing.]

Do you require a guide? I would speak with you more privately, in whichever of our rooms is unoccupied.

[antaressnipe]

... So long as I hear your footsteps, I will be able to follow.

[so yes, a guide will be necessary if they're to make any swift progress. Chiron will also stand, slowly, making sure his footing is sound before politely waiting for Emet to lead the way]

[arkitect]

Then I will lead slowly.

[noo public touching.

but he will comment idly on the surroundings as they go, so chiron can easily follow his voice as well, until they make it safely to emet's room to settle in.]

[antaressnipe]

[The random assortment of comments are appreciated; Chiron had not wanted to ask Emet to talk if it did not suit the other's mood, but it does mean he can easily follow along.

Though still, he's rather glad to settle down in a room by the end of it. The forest, river, and anything nature-oriented he can handle blind, but walking through the towns is a bit more frustrating when he knows he's liable to run into someone.]

What is it that you wished to speak about?

[arkitect]

You do recall that we spoke of protecting the lives of those with particular duties, yes?

[he settles in, there, with a slight rustling of leaves. he hates this.]

I know another. But in this case, I must ask you to swear upon your stars once more that you will reveal their identity to no one, under any circumstances.

[antaressnipe]

... Done.

[Perhaps not a formal swearing, but Chiron's voice is still grave with understanding.]

Who is it?

[arkitect]

[there's a pause, here, the idle sound of his fingers tapping on something solid in his hands.]

Myself.

[antaressnipe]

[... He supposes if he were anyone other than himself, Chiron would be insulted that Emet-Selch had played him so well for so long.

Instead he just... chuckles, the tension seeping out of his shoulders]

Well, it keeps the list of people I must watch over the same as always.

[arkitect]

So it does, but I thought it prudent to establish myself with you, at the least.

[and, with amusement in his tone:]

Have you no questions for me? You really must begin asking, you know, or there are things I may not think to volunteer.

[chiron!!]

I've one for you first, at any rate. Did Blanca mention whether his duty had a name?

[antaressnipe]

Ah, trust me. I have a great many questions as to your role -- what is it that you have been charged to do?

[Though, he will at least answer Emet before expecting him to go into detail:]

No, Blanca has not given me a name. At first he was rather reluctant to share details, but given that I moved to keep him alive, I think he will be more permissible with my questions from here on out.

[arkitect]

Well, if you can get it out of him, I am quite curious. Mine is King.

[and with that same amusement evident in his voice:]

Given that, I do wonder if you might guess what it is that I have influence over.

[antaressnipe]

-- Is this an allusion to chess?

[His eyes might be closed, but there is concern in his voice. Being called a "King" no matter the circumstances tends to have a very high stakes, high reward play-style.]

I'm afraid I do not know. To be called a "King" tends to have a wide range of influences.

[arkitect]

I, for one, find it quite convenient that after we discussed it being useful to know what memories may make people act, the very next week all were required to share.

[chiron cannot see his smirk, but boy, it is there.]

[antaressnipe]

[-- NO.]

... I see.

[FOR ONCE CHIRON IS ACTUALLY DYING INSIDE, TAKE HIM BACK TO THE THRONE]

You-- [He's trying so hard to word right now, and being blind but hearing the self-satisfaction in Emet's voice ...]

Were you also responsible for when we were not allowed to touch without consequence?

[arkitect]

That one was admittedly more selfish a choice... but yes. And before you ask, I do not choose the punishment; it is simply appropriate to the rule I choose to make.

[there's that same thoughtful tapping on something.]

I would appreciate if you did not allude to the nature of my duty, however. If others realize one of us influences the rules at all, they will begin to try to find who would have made the ones put in place. While that is the only one I think may point to myself in particular, it is still safer not to have the risk.

[antaressnipe]

[Chiron doesn't laugh easily outside of the occasional amused chuckles, but this time? A hand is pressed against his mouth to keep it contained.

Y'know what? Well played. He still can't be mad.]

So for every rule you put in place, an equal punishment must be paid. Interesting. And you can only create one rule per week?

[Which means technically him being blind is partially Emet's fault? Not that Chiron would ever dare to voice such a matter, and doesn't particularly care about what has happened to him, anyway. It's simply balance being maintained]

And of course. We will keep all matters of your duty, vague or otherwise, between ourselves.

[...]

I do not suppose you have taken to drums, have you?

[arkitect]

One per week. This week, it is the one requiring assistance; I thought it may be useful in the generation of nova, but I have not yet seen how the punishment for breaking it manifests.

And no, I have not. Merely idleness of the fingers; I had not thought it would be distracting.

[he keeps his hands still, there, the mask still held loosely in his grasp.]